"Ugh..." A young man was bent over a toilet, moaning in discomfort and clenching his abdomen. 'What's wrong with me? Why have I been getting sick? I don't get sick!' Portgas D. Ace thought to himself.
As his nausea faded, he heaved himself up and let his head fall back as he flushed the contents of last night's dinner down the drain.
'I'm gonna have to go to the infirmary. As much as I hate that place, I have to find out what's wrong with me before Marco comes back from his mission. Don't want him to worry about me more than he already does.' He sighed internally as he made his way to the infirmary.
A few minutes later, he sat down on one of the beds as Head Nurse Leah sat down across from him, a pen and notepad in her hands. "Now Ace. What brings you to my humble domain?" She said, slightly smirking as he raised his eyebrows at her tiredly. "Really?" He said.
Leah made a surrendering gesture, " Sorry. But really what's wrong? You haven't come to me willingly before. Something must be going on for you to come here out of your own free will."
"I don't really know what's wrong with me. I've been getting sick every single morning ever since Marco left for his mission. I just thought it was a One-time thing! But now... I just don't know... and I want to find out before he comes back..." He said.
Leah nodded, and said "Every morning... do you mean that you get physically sick?" He nodded. "Hmmmm... can I get a blood sample? I've got an idealistic theory... but I'll have to confirm it." Ace hesitated, but nodded.
As Leah took the sample she thought 'If my hunch is correct, I'll have to call HER to help out...' As she went into the back room, Ace thought, 'I hope it's not serious'.
She processed the sample, and when Ace looked at Leah as she came back out, she was looking shocked and amazed. "Ace... You're pregnant."